The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

We drove out of the city and headed to a secluded countryside. Eventually, the car stopped in front of a two-story villa with a massive courtyard.

"Let's go. Time to work." The clown in the red mask gestured for everyone to get out of the car. As we filed out one by one, he handed us each a cigarette. The others were only too eager to accept the small token. I presumed that it must be a pre-work ritual or something, so I also took the cigarette that was offered to me. Instead of smoking it, however, I simply toyed with it between my fingers.

"Hey, why aren't you smoking?" The one in the blue mask elbowed me as he eyed my cigarette. "This is the good stuff, you know! Jack is so stingy and only gives them out when we have work to do. You'd better make the most of it."

I lowered the register of my voice, just as I had done earlier. "I haven't been feeling well these days and was told not to smoke. Whenever I do, I get violent coughing fits."

"Well, what's going to happen to that pretty little cigarette you've got there, then?" The man was practically licking his lips at this point.

"You can have it." I tossed the cigarette over to him and prayed that he would go away.

"Thank you. How very nice of you." The blue-masked clown was giddy as he tucked it inside his pocket.

I turned and walked away to a quiet corner, taking stock of our surroundings. The villa seemed to be the only building in the area, and by the looks of it, it had been built with a specific purpose.

was the

go inside and make sure the goods are okay. We can't have any more escapees." The one called Jack gestured at a handful o men to follow him. I wasn't included, so I shuffled into the courtyard with the

was in sight-it was all gray stone slabs as far as the eye could see. High

It looked like a giant warehouse, if the commodity was the human body. The ground was covered in blood, and limbs were randomly strewn here and

rest. It will be a while before Jack and the others get back."

the

children were being held. The door was locked,

no way of breaking them out for the time being. I needed to return to

as I came back, and then chortled with glee. "Those kids probably are

the first step in

"They've only gone hungry for a day.

long, the

back, still carrying a shovel. He plopped on one of the benches and gulped down a

will have to buy

coming days. Should be around five

it would be hard

them in order."